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everyone else: *paragraphs about armand’s beauty that basically boil down to varying fetishizations of his youth*
daniel: he’s a monster. he’s like an insect. he looks and feels cold and dead. he laughs at gore in movies. he’s microwaving a rat in my kitchen. god, it’s hot.
“Daniel stared hard at the creature before him, this thing that looked human and sounded human but was not. There was a horrid shift in his consciousness; he saw this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives. And yet he loved this thing. He loved its smooth white skin, its great dark brown eyes. He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls. Imagine, killing like that, just taking life any time you want it, just doing it, sinking your teeth into another and taking all that that person can possibly give.”
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